Chapter 372： Dont bully honest people 05 ┃ Zhuang · Fire Extinguisher · Li (1/2)

Zhuang Li took the coffee to the door of the CEO's office and knocked on the door with the case of the folder.

There was still scolding inside, but there was no response.

Zhuang Li knocked on the door again, and Feng Ming's extremely impatient voice sounded: "Come in!"

Zhuang Li turned to look at Manager Zhou, and Manager Zhou, who was sweating in cold sweat, hurriedly helped him open the door.

A young woman in her early twenties was standing in front of Feng Ming's desk to be reprimanded. The makeup on her face was already spent crying, but it was not difficult to see her delicate appearance. Her dress was also carefully designed. The narrow hip-packed skirt perfectly outlined her graceful body curve.

This is not a garment for work.

Zhuang Li looked into the woman's eyes, and as expected, he found annoyance, frustration, and a trace of ambition that was hard to hide.

Therefore, she did not forget the kind reminders of several colleagues, but wanted to attract the attention of the president. It's a pity that Feng Ming's rules can't be broken by anyone, and he doesn't have the heart to pity Xiangxiyu at all.

He was scolding the woman mercilessly at the moment, and when he heard the footsteps, he twisted his thick black eyebrows and looked at him with a very bad expression.

He was originally very cold and hard-headed. At first glance, he was not a good-tempered person. When he was angry, he looked like a lion, giving others a very heavy sense of oppression.

The cold sweat on Manager Zhou's forehead has condensed into a small stream.

However, Zhuang Li bowed forward and gently placed the saucer containing coffee, creamer, clips, spoons, and sugar cubes on the table.

"President Feng, calm down." His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze in March, his long and narrow eyes were slightly curved, and gentle comfort slowly flowed from the dark pupils.

This is an extremely handsome man, as well as a quiet, elegant and composed man.

Seeing this pleasing face, and being stared at by the other party's gaze that was warm like a winter sun, Feng Ming, who was furious, slowly calmed down.

He stopped scolding and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm a new special assistant. I can translate this document for you within half an hour. Don't worry, sit and wait for me for a while, have a cup of coffee, and the video conference later will not be delayed." Zhuang Li reached out and pushed forward the saucer holding the coffee cup.

He speaks at an unhurried pace, very indifferent, with a slight smile in his clear and warm voice, which has the magic power to soothe some anxiety.

The anger in Feng Ming's eyes was extinguished before he knew it. He stared at his eyes hidden behind the lenses and asked, "These chemicals are all technical terms, can you understand them?"

French, like English, is a language you learn more and more. Every time a new thing appears, they will invent a new word, so that the number of words keeps growing, and eventually there is almost no way to communicate across disciplines, because many technical terms and proper nouns are not seen by people who are not in their majors. do not know.

Most of the raw materials in the cosmetics manufacturing industry are chemicals or plant extracts, etc. People who are not proficient in related fields see this information is equivalent to seeing a book from heaven. Even someone who has lived in France for decades would not have dared to boast that it would be translated.

Feng Ming's worry is not without reason.

Zhuang Li pulled out the chair and sat opposite him, his tone still gentle and calm: "No problem, please wait a moment, I'll be fine in a moment, can I borrow the computer?"

He reached out his hand politely and pointed to the laptop on the table.

"You can use it." Feng Ming immediately moved the computer to his hand, and his tone calmed down unconsciously.

"Thank you." Zhuang Li nodded with a smile, looked at his angered face again, then picked up the small clip, put two sugar cubes into the coffee cup, stirred it gently, and said calmly : "Drink something sweet to ease the mood."

Feng Ming didn't say a word, just stared at his hand stirring the coffee.

This hand was fair, slender, and impeccably beautiful. The smooth skin was as moist as jade, like a work of art.

Zhuang Li noticed his attention, but didn't mind it, pushed the coffee cup forward again, and began to quickly translate the document.

In just an instant, the entire office was filled with the sound of fingertips hitting the keyboard.

The rhythm of this voice is extremely fast, extremely dense, and extremely light, like the spring rain, which makes people feel more at ease.

Feng Ming's anxious mood was further appeased, and when he caught a glimpse of Manager Zhou and the young woman standing aside, he waved his hands and motioned for them to leave first.

The two quickly escaped from the office as if they were amnesty.

Feng Ming stared at Zhuang Li's serious face for a while, then stood up, silently walked around the desk, walked behind him, and checked his progress.

The next moment, Feng Ming opened his eyes wide, showing a surprised expression.

I saw that the special assistant actually translated the first page of information in a very short time. Those technical terms that ordinary people can't understand at all can't be difficult for him. The speed of his mind conversion is unbelievable, and the speed of typing is unparalleled.

The text on the computer screen does not seem to be typed by a human, but more like it is automatically generated by a computer program. They appeared line by line, and in the blink of an eye, they were already densely packed, and there was no mistake.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Feng Ming would have thought that this document was entered into some automatic translation software, and then converted it into Chinese in one second.

He was stunned.

However, Zhuang Li was still able to do two things with one mind. He glanced up at him and asked with a smile, "Don't worry about it now?"

His tone was very soothing, very gentle, like soothing a crying child.

For some reason, Feng Ming's face became hot, and this enthusiasm was rapidly burning his ears.

He coughed, and then said a hoarse "um".

Zhuang Li quickly translated the document while comforting: "Sit down and drink coffee, don't worry."